sometimes it happens
magic smacks you in the head
like feathers blown off a truck
you are left with quills of excitement 
peppered across your face
still wishing
you couldn’t remember
that nothing lasts 
forever
not even
this
You start to wonder 
if you have become 
curmudgeoned
when it strikes you that
at the very least
God’s flowers
are waving at you
 
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